Sadie, Charlie, and India

Like all great stories, our story begins in a graveyard with a group of best friends practicing black magic. But we didn’t know we were practicing black magic, or that it was a graveyard. We just thought we were playing Harry Potter Clue in Berkeley Bowl West’s new parking lot, when a real life ghost suddenly appeared in the middle of the board, knocked over all of the pieces, and shouted, “It was HERMIONE GRANGER in the GREAT HALL with the MUGWART!” 

Before we could process what was happening, Davyd was already screaming, “Damn you ghost! And damn that fatal beauty for killing poor Harry. Everything is ruined. Go away, ghost. We don’t want you here anymore.” 

The ghost looked pained, kind of like the time Casper first realized he had died, but ghosts need to get used to having their feelings hurt. No one likes them, so the ghost began to leave in a very ghostly fashion. 

“I’m about to disappear completely and forever,” said the Ghost, who was already about 80% transparent. “But here is some unsolicited advice: you guys should start a band.” 

“Okay Mister Ghost, but what should we call ourselves?” asked Rene. 

But before the ghost could answer, he disappeared 100%, leaving behind only a garbage bill that fell out of his ghost pocket. That piece of ghost paper absolutely proves we’re not just making this up. We lost it somewhere, though, and now the payment is way past due, but we never forgot the name that was on the bill. And what was that name? 

That name was Winnie Byrd.

Sadie, Charlie, and India

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